Week 227 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers come to tie a tale. Thank you for tying your tales. Here's to several more years of flash. Great thanks to Amelia Mayhem for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:

Steve Lodge | @steveweave71

Paige Prince | @paige_prince

Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil

Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea

Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir

Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila

Kelly Heinen | @Aightball

Silver James | @SilverJames_

Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham

David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

Cara Michaels | @caramichaels

Barbe Crabtree | @ComeOnPeopl

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Kel Heinen | @AightballAmelia says: I loved this tale, because sex can be fun! Between husband and wife, many humorous memories are made. I recalled one earlier today, from my own personal experience with my husband. I laughed until I cried. No better sex can be had than when two people love each other. All the mishaps just make life fun and worth living.Silver James | @SilverJames_Amelia says: What I enjoyed most about your tale was how I was immediately drawn into the interview room. I also wondered about the person who could put their fist through sound proof sheet rock. The interviewee was raw, emotional from the experience, and I was captured by what she must have been going through.Paige Prince | @paige_princeAmelia says: I enjoyed how the two can’t seem to stay away from each other. A lot is on the line, and they both know it, but their attraction to each other is too strong to deny. I’m not sure how long they have to wait to get to May 15th, but I bet they’ll have a hell of a time waiting.

Amelia says: Growing a backbone isn’t easy. Domestic violence chills me to the bone. Love doesn’t hurt. I enjoyed that the victim had a garden to tend to. I imagine the quiet of being alone gave her plenty of time to raise the perfect revenge. I especially loved her statement planning, “He brought the mushrooms; how did I know they were poisonous?” Great job!

"That was the last time." I heard this line every day of the last ten years. Every word out of Jeff’s honeyed lips was a lie; but I’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Every single time I’d thought he’d change he’d bring flowers and sweet words and I’d succumb to it forgiving him. Last month Jeff broke my arm; before that bones in my face, numerous injuries over ten years, always accusing me of cheating. I didn’t cheat on him, how could I? He held the key to the front door. I could go to a small garden in the backyard, but the neighbours couldn’t see or hear me there we were miles away from anyone. I hadn't spoken to anyone but Jeff in years. All my friends and relatives had long since deserted me because of his nasty behavior. I had no phone; no voice to the outside world. This morning he ordered me to make his breakfast after hitting me across the face. I dutifully made his breakfast and he’d eaten it telling me how good it tasted. Then he’d apologized like he always did insisting it was the last time, promising me flowers. This time I answered back, “You’re right that was the last time!” as he writhed on the floor in agony and then succumbed.

I planned what I would say to the police, “He brought the mushrooms; how did I know they were poisonous?” Either way I’d bought my freedom, I was ready.

Congratulations Three Time Winner Sheilagh, Kel, Silver, and Paige! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming, and writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily-ever-after, redemption, and communication, all of which you'll find in her romance stories of all genres.